Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.